Final Flashcards
It is no tale; but you should think
Perhaps a tale you’ll make it
Wordsworth
Piper sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read–
Blake
In a careless mood he looked at me,
While still I held him by the arm
Wordsworth
Expatiate free o’er all this scene of man;
A mighty maze! but not without a plan;
Pope
Alone, alone, all all alone
Alone on the wide, wide Sea;
Coleridge
In every voice; in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear
Blake
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things;
– We murder to dissect
Wordsworth
Let Observation, with extensive view,
Survey mankind, from China to Peru;
Johnson
“If two are in the church-yard laid,
“Then ye are only five.”
Wordsworth
The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs
Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands
Blake
One truth is clear:
Whatever IS, is RIGHT.
Pope
A sadder and a wiser man
He rose the morrow morn.
Coleridge
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
Wordsworth
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Blake
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country’s blood.
Grey
Is this a holy thing to see,
In a rich and fruitful land,
Blake
Five years have passed;
Wordsworth
Such was the scorn that filled the Sage’s mind,
Renewed at ev’ry glance on humankind
Johnson